In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

After seeing off Rosemary and Claura, the preparation platform returned to calm.

Several plant warriors who were used to being active at night also left the community and headed to the front yard battlefield and the backyard battlefield, intending to enjoy the cool autumn night.

Angela stepped down from the platform and into the backyard battlefield, intending to summon a few Sun Mushrooms to collect some sunlight energy in advance.

Odin remained on the high platform, ensuring that the entire backyard battlefield was within his sight.

Philian sat cross-legged on the lawn, holding a fairy tale book in her hands.

She was telling a story to her younger sister who was lying next to her, her voice soft and gentle.

As Ivy listened to the story, she doodled in her notebook with crayons, seemingly completely immersed in her own little world.

The sisters' relationship was warm and harmonious; if low-level zombies saw it, they would probably feel a warmth in their hearts.

Ivy would occasionally look up and ask Philian innocent and childlike questions, which Philian would patiently answer one by one, and would occasionally show a doting smile at her younger sister's whimsical ideas.

The perspective shifts to another lawn, where Kaiwen stands quietly in the corner of the backyard battlefield.

With her head down, she held a screwdriver she had borrowed from Clarice and fiddled with an ice grenade she had made herself.

With a low body temperature and a constant chill emanating from her body, Kaiwen always keeps to herself, since there aren't many ice-attribute plant spirit warriors in the current courtyard number 5905.

She doesn't like being in crowds, partly to avoid her body's coldness affecting others.

Autumn is already halfway over, and winter is getting closer, and Kaiwen's "isolation symptoms" are becoming more and more obvious.

These symptoms only improve when summer arrives, and who wouldn't like to feel the cool breeze on a hot day?

Several delicate sun mushrooms sprouted from the soil, diligently producing the sunlight energy they dreaded.

Angela placed the energy box next to the Sun Mushrooms, stretched, switched to her loli form, sat down on the ground, and closed her eyes to rest.

Even now, she still hasn't adjusted her sleep schedule, and she even goes to Sofia's office to ask the latter for more coffee.

Sofia, being too soft-hearted, could hardly refuse Angela's requests. Each time, she would reluctantly agree and then hand a freshly brewed cup of coffee to her colleague who needed a pick-me-up.

Fortunately, when Chaolu, who was in charge of the medical center, was organizing the documents, she noticed that there were more and more coffee beans on the material requisition form.

After inquiring about the reason for the incident, they limited Angela's daily coffee consumption to no more than one cup.

Even so, Angela's sleep quality is still somewhat lacking.

The problem of excessive workload at the medical center is estimated to be alleviated only after the courtyard is upgraded to the first-tier final level and the twin sunflower plant spirits are recruited.

A gentle breeze brushed against my cheeks, as if it could take away all the fatigue of the day.

The night grew even deeper, and the twinkling stars in the sky could be seen one after another.

Kaiwen gently turned the screwdriver in her hand and tightened the last bolt.

She let out a long sigh, casually tossed the completed ice grenade, and then hung it on her waist.

Philian's story was coming to an end. She gently closed the fairy tale book in her hand and looked at Ivy beside her.

My little one has finished the painting and is thinking about where else he can add a few more strokes to the artwork.

Philian didn't say anything, but habitually took out the small comb she always carried and carefully styled Ivy's hair.

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A slightly muffled sound of footsteps came from behind Odin, as if he were climbing the steps leading to the high platform.

Odin turned his head and the first thing he saw was a stack of sealed cardboard boxes.

The plant warriors responsible for moving these cardboard boxes were none other than Johnson, who hadn't appeared in a long time.

As a squash plant spirit with immense natural strength, there was no one more suitable for this job than him in the entire garden.

“General Odin, these are the trolleys the homeowner bought at Crazy Dave’s. Lady Wisdom Tree asked me to bring them over.”

Johnson, who had jogged over, put down what he was carrying and gave Odin a military salute.

"Thank you for your hard work, Johnson."

Odin patted Johnson on the shoulder in encouragement, then drew his dagger and cut the tape used to seal the boxes.

Upon opening the cardboard box, four lawnmowers identical to those used by Xiaotian appeared before Odin and Johnson.

But what's even more eye-catching are the two pool carts that look brand new.

Unlike the classic red and black color scheme of the lawn cart, the pool cart is mainly bright blue and white.

Instead of blades, it is fitted with a powerful-looking suction device.

Upon closer inspection, you can also find that the edges of the pool carts are equipped with floaters, allowing them to float on the water's surface and preventing them from sinking to the bottom of the pool due to their weight.

"Hmm, it seems the last line of defense in the backyard battlefield has been completed."

Odin was very pleased with this; with the addition of these small carts, the difficulty of conquering the backyard battlefield had increased to another level.

Just as he was about to send the six carts to where they were supposed to go, he glanced down at the platform and suddenly realized something was wrong.

In Odin's view, the lawn and pool, which were originally clearly visible, became somewhat blurry.

Even with spotlight illumination, visibility was still significantly reduced.

He initially thought he was just seeing things, but when he looked at Johnson beside him, he saw the same bewildered expression on the other man's face.

Suddenly, a thick fog entered the courtyard, shrouding the entire backyard battlefield in a hazy mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

In the backyard battlefield, Kaiwen was the first to notice. She quickly took out an ice grenade, held it in her hand, and looked around warily.

Philian quickly shielded Ivy behind her, standing nervously in place, afraid to move.

"General Odin, what... what's going on?"

Johnson stammered, asking what he had never encountered before.

Odin did not answer immediately, but instead placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, drawing the sword half an inch from its sheath while releasing his plant-based spiritual energy to probe the surroundings.

"It was a false alarm."

After confirming that there was nothing amiss, Odin breathed a slight sigh of relief and turned to Johnson to explain: "Sometimes, the battlefield in the backyard of the courtyard will be shrouded in mist, but this mist does not come from the fog-generating machines of the Free Empire. Instead, it is mist that condenses naturally in the environment of the ruined city."

"I see."

Johnson breathed a sigh of relief upon learning that it was not an enemy invasion.

"Never let your guard down. The fog will affect our visibility, but for the enemy, this environment is also the best cover for their invasion."

Odin gave a serious warning, then circulated his plant spirit power to ensure that all plant spirit warriors on the battlefield in the backyard could hear his voice: "Everyone, be on high alert! Beware of an invasion that may come at any time!"

The reminder from General Iron Arm instantly put the plant spirit warriors on high alert, and they all prepared for battle.

"Johnson, go and call Ms. Kristen and tell her to come to the backyard battlefield as soon as possible."

"clear."

If the Clover Plant Spirit is unavailable, the Streetlight Flower Plant Spirit will be needed to dispel the fog.

Their lights will guide the lost, revealing everything hidden in the fog.